Johnny Cash – Sunday Morning Coming Down chords

Capo 1st fret

G    Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
              C                      D7                     GWith no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast
            Em                                            D7Wasn't bad, so I had one more for des-sert.
            GThen I fumbled in my closet
                     C                                                     
G               EmThrough my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
            C                               DThen I washed my face and combed my hair
         Am7                       D7And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

      GI'd smoked my brains the night before
C                            D7                    GWith cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Em                                               D7     Playin' with a can that he was kickin'.
            GThen I walked across the street
                         C                                          G  
                    EmAnd caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken.
                      C                        DAnd, Lord, it took me back to something
          Am7                    D7                          GThat I lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

                                   COn a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
                                            GI'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.
                                              D7'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                                         GThat makes a body feel a-lone.
                                             CAnd there's nothin' short of dyin'
                                                GThat's half as lonesome as the sound
                               D7Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
                                              GAnd Sunday mornin' comin' down.

          GIn the park I saw a Daddy
            C                  D7                    GWith a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Em                                                     D7And listened to the songs they were singin'.
            GThen I headed down the streets
                           C                                        G  
            EmAnd somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin',
           C                             D                     
Am7           D7                   GAnd it echoed through the canyons like a disappearin' dreams of yes-terday.

                                   COn a Sunday mornin' sidewalk,
                                            GI'm wishin', lord, that I was stoned.
                                              D7'Cause there's something in a Sunday
                                         GThat makes a body feel a-lone.
                                             CAnd there's nothin' short of dyin'
                                                GThat's half as lonesome as the sound
                               D7Of the sleepin' city sidewalks
                                              GAnd Sunday mornin' comin' down.



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